Page 76 of Operation: Reckless Angel

He reached his hand down and grabbed his cock from her hand, pointing it straight into her entrance, and he penetrated her with just its head. She gasped loudly at the contact. He then stuck his thumb on her wet clit and worked it with big circles, bringing his cock along for the ride. It was just barely inside her and, based on her reaction, she liked it. He felt her body go rigid. She stopped kissing him and threw her head back onto the pillow. Damn, he wished the light was on. He wanted to see her face, wanted to see the glorious ecstasy on it as she came.

It had been over a year since Briana was with a man. The desire she felt flared and engulfed her, and she was on the edge of an orgasm quickly. It was a powerful feeling, controlling his cock and what it did to her. She could keep it in her hand and rub it over her clit until she came. Or she could insert it now, or she could make him beg for her to thrust it deep inside her. He wanted it. He throbbed in her hand. She was aroused beyond words. His lips on hers, his hands caressing her, were all she needed to be drenched.

He felt how rigid her body became, and he knew she was about to come. He thrust his cock deep inside and then took her juicy clit with his entire hand, running each and every digit over the erect and throbbing bundle of nerves like he was strumming a guitar. She screamed out the most perfect erotic sound as her core gripped his length. He also felt the deluge of her hot fluids over his shaft, which made the guttural groan that escaped him part ecstasy, part pain, sensual, incredible pain that he wanted to feel more of with her.

He was dizzy, sweat covered, and spent before he let go, coming with an incredible release that made him see stars. He held her to himself afterwards and re-covered them with a blanket. He drifted quickly into a contented slumber, fulfilled, and reveling in the physical perfection they’d just shared.

Briana felt his cock still throbbing inside her after he came, after he’d covered them with a blanket, after he’d snuggled into her and held her with care and affection. No words needed to be spoken after what they’d just shared, and she was glad he didn’t feel the need to inject unnecessary conversation. He just held her and made her feel prized and protected in how he wrapped her body with his.

Zulu

Roth woke to BT’s voice in his ear and a naked woman in his arms. It took a moment for him to reconcile the two. But he soon remembered the exhilarating sex with Briana, who was still asleep. He switched his comms to transmit. “Please repeat, BT. I must have fallen asleep.”

“The chopper from Bangor is in your vicinity. They picked Jax up. We have no info on the two targets. They haven’t reported back to the Sheriff’s office, nor have either shown up at their homes. FBI agents are onsite.”

“Understood,” Roth said. “Do you have coordinates for me to meet the chopper?”

“Affirmative. There’s a clearing large enough for them about two clicks from your location. The chopper will drop Jax and their ground team to come and meet you. Let me know when you’re ready to head out and I’ll give you directions.”

“We’re going to need five to ten minutes,” Roth said. He activated the flashlight again on his phone. Briana’s eyes were open. “Our ride out of here is close. We need to get dressed.”

“The Sheriff?”

“He’s still out there, someplace.”

“I dropped my piece in the water when I went down. We’ll only have you covering us,” she said.

“Jackson’s out there. The Guard sent a team as well. We’ll meet up with them before we get anywhere near the chopper.”

They rooted through the clothes in the closet. Her clothes and coat all were soaked. For her, they found jeans and several layers of shirts to wear below a light-weight fleece jacket. There was even a pair of hiking boots that fit her. Roth’s shirts were dry. His coat was dry on the inside. He found two pairs of fleece pants to layer that fit. No shoes his size, though. He went to the kitchen and found two gallon sized Ziplock bags. Thank God for a well-stocked kitchen. He put two pairs of socks on his feet, slid on a baggie, and then shoved them into his wet boots.

He also found a large black trash bag. They stuffed all their wet clothes into it. Then he made the bed, though he felt he should be stripping it as the sheets weren’t clean. Of course, he really couldn’t be sure they were clean when they laid on them.

“Hey, look what I found,” Briana said, holding up a bulletproof vest. “Who lives here?”

“Put it on,” he told her. He came to her side and helped to slip it over her head. He secured the Velcro straps.

“Really, you should be wearing it. If he’s out there, you’re the first person he’ll shoot, as you’re the one who’s armed.”

“You’re wearing it. Don’t argue.”

“Is this some kind of macho-shit?” In the light cast by the flashlight on his phone, she saw the cocky smile she like to see on his face. It made her want to trade barbs with him.

“Yes, it is,” he said. “I’m guilty and unrepentant of wanting to protect you.” He brushed his fingers over her head just above the bump. “How’s your head?”

“It’s fine if you don’t touch anywhere near it, Mister Macho.” She flashed her own cocky grin at him.

“I didn’t ask. You’re up for this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, an exhilarating hike through the woods. Why wouldn’t I be?” She flashed him a grin.

“Okay. I’m switching my comms back to transmit now,” he told her.

She nodded and followed him out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen. Once near the door that led out, he switched his comms on.

“BT, we’re ready to head to the LZ.”

“Your direction is about two clicks to your northwest.” BT gave him the exact coordinates. “I’ll keep you and Jax both advised of each other’s locations through comms. Make sure your MP doesn’t get trigger-happy. There will be friendlies in the area.”

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